December 14, 2017 · 7:48 am

breaker breaker

Marion Harding thinks his world might be breaking down. He had been on Gaeta V going on 2 years now. Sent here by trickery and mistake; eventually caught in a tangled web of power and intrigue woven in Capitol City.

He didn’t like the continent’s largest and most central burg very much, although it had elements he admired. Of course there was the money, the flow being strongest here. But heiress Becky Latrobe wouldn’t even let him into her posh house now that he’d shot Dirk in the head and made him dead. And Madam Wanda Stinoble was going straight and returning to the old continents. For Gaeta V was news at the time of its birth eastward of Corsica. News and dangerous. And those darker elements naturally aggregated and congealed at the depression originally called Pittsboro. Pittsboro evolved to Pittington evolved to Darksity evolved to Capitol City. Over time the sinister aspects were smoothed away like the reformed, flat terrain. Gaeta V would have no natural sinkhole that kind history would remember. The Great Black Swamp which sucked up aboriginal settlers such as Ned Bartlett and Kindsey McTweed into an untimely doom was tiled and drained, and a shopping mall now graces its ironed over land, selling the newest threads and peddling fresh leather attache cases soon to be filled to the breach with lindens and gold and jewelry no doubt. Like his own, bought just a week and a half back. Because Marion liked to ensure that each case of treasure had its own home. He could himself probably build a small house with them even now, only 2 years in. Or, really, only 1 3/4 years in because it took him a little bit to find, then ingratiate himself into the sodded fabric of the city.

—–

“Baker, have I ever told you the story of my nephew Marion and how I mistakenly sent him over to walk the length of the Gaeta V continent 2 years back instead of having him watch the GTA V video Spongeberg actually requested at the time?”

“No. Do tell Cardboard!”

“I haven’t heard from him since. Until yesterday. A short note indeed: ‘I think my world might be breaking down.'”

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December 13, 2017 · 8:30 am

Attachment

“You *see* about the magnifying glass, Jacob I.?” Cardboard Derek Jones pronounces with pride at the newly rezzed House Greenup in Rubi. “Right at the Southern Cross.”

A list of constellations and stars on the map:

Procyon (α Canis Minoris).
Canis Major: five stars, the largest depicting Sirius.
Canopus (α Carinae).
Spica (α Virginis).
Hydra: two stars, the largest depicting Alphard.
Crux Australis: five stars, the largest depicting Alpha Crucis.
Sigma Octantis (σ Octantis, south pole star).
Triangulum Australe: three stars of similar size.
Scorpius: eight stars, the largest depicting Antares.

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December 13, 2017 · 7:19 am

naked viewing

I have evolved beyond you, Mmmmmm Campbell O’Pine thinks about his green cousin Grassy Noll standing beside him. Eyes, hands, head, feet, torso… *everything*. You cannot understand the forest and the corresponding part of the night sky if you don’t change. You cannot cling to the one movie role forever. It was only a 15 minute spot for Christ’s sake!

“Do you see it yet, Opp?” the green being asked of his blue cousin. For that’s what everyone had been calling Campbell since childhood.

“I *think* so. But the lights are so bright here. And maybe change angles. How about the other side of the porch?”

—–

“No, it’s still no good Grass.” For that was what Grassy liked to be called these days. He’s trying to grow up a bit more and wants this reflected in his name. Like a Billy evolves and becomes Bill.

“They’re looking for me,” Grass reveals, staring over at Opp with offset black pupils.

“Who’s looking for you, Grass?” Opp then laughs and shakes his head. “That’s just the weed talking.”

“No it’s not,” replies Grass firmly. Not wanting to go through the whole rigamarole about the Big Eye in the Sky again, he turns his attention the other way. “You do know that Gypsy has a telescope right over there. We could use it.”

“That’s not what we’re doing, Grass. This is naked eye viewing. *No* attachments. No telescope, no microscope. Not even a magnifying glass.”

“Who started this club anyway? Was it Jim? Or Bob? Jim knew Bob or Bob knew Jim?”

A cool wind passes through Opp, making him shiver. “I… I can’t remember. Let’s go back inside and drink some joe to offset the wack. You notice I haven’t called you Grassy one time tonight.” And then Opp thinks: that’s the one thing that *has* evolved. He gives him a quick look-over once more.

Grassy’s such a good guy and is trying so hard with the woods and the sky, he concludes. Maybe he has a chance after all.


Gypsy’s unused telescope.


What they were looking for (“Uranus”).

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December 12, 2017 · 9:25 pm

“SpicA”

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December 12, 2017 · 5:43 am

thorny situation

The Musician as Sikul Himakt was having that dream about roses again. Scene: VHC City; The Diagonal.

He sits in front of a video game featuring the Rising Sun with an odd retro cartoon punk who speaks Japanese.

In the dream he understands him. “There’s no side to choose,” he says as the game remains unplayed. Tiny Hermania looks down from the center of her rose tinted world, protesting the idea. “Choose!” she calls while hanging from a vine.

He grasps the red joystick opposite the green one. Pain! They were at the island tree, then. The Musician once again shows the cartoon punk the wound on his outturned hand.

The other hand he keeps to himself.

“I will remove the thorn and make this one better too,” he says, still speaking somehow understandable Japanese. The Musician starts to wake up. “I will make this better.”

—–

He stares up at Chroma Jimmy, who is wrapping his left hand. The right one has already been bandaged. He sits on the Asian couch at their lodgings. Jimmy chatters while continuing his twirlings. “As I said, I’m a physicist not a physician. But I worked with a man at the Australian Astronomical Observatory who studied stellar anomalies in the Southern Cross for years. Same thing happened to his hands, and also his side. Stigmata it’s called. Identification with the crucified Christ.” The Musician was about to protest that he wasn’t religious when Jimmy guessed the confusion. “Doesn’t matter about your faith. Something else is behind it. Philip wasn’t religious either, but he was a fanatic. Of science. Perhaps that’s all it takes. And… there, that should do it. The bleeding doesn’t seem to be stopping but it’s slowed down. Maybe that’s all we can ask of this condition, if yours tracks with Philip’s.”

“And stay away from that blasted island!” added Wheeler forcefully behind him.

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December 11, 2017 · 11:10 am

go dada

20 minutes later, Baker Bloch was able to find the Cape May version of the Greenup series in his inventory. Took him a couple of manifestations to locate one with ‘Floydada’ within. He decided to insert it over in Rubi beside the TILE Tower already there. Baker Blinker then complained that *she* had planned to rez something at that very same spot herself: the seed of a new Temple of TILE starting with a solid 30x30x30 silver cube. So they just decided to combine their efforts for now.

Baker Blinker would get her big silver cube, albeit reduced somewhat to 25x25x25…

… and inside, Baker Bloch had his Greenup gallery.

Oops. The silver cube was just returned to my inventory for some reason. Anyway, House Greenup is still there to investigate.

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December 11, 2017 · 9:21 am

no dada

Jacob I. takes off his straw boater hat to *see* better.  He’s sitting inside the traditional or original version of the Edwardston Station Gallery, located not far south of the famed Kerchal Woods which he also wishes to visit. The Greenup series comprising the lowest floor of the cubic 6 story structure is not present in Collagesity these days. Thus the main reason for Jacob’s visit here. He checks his diamond rolex watch found in a VHC City dumpster dive once more. 1:22:14 AM Standard Linden Time. He’s got several hours still before his user has to go to work. Plenty of time to get some work done of his own.

He enters mouseview (Big Eye). He has 360 degree vision now. With zoom he doesn’t have to move from his chair to examine several more collages.

The resolution is lowered in comparison to the actual collage, but he compensates for this. Greenup collage no. 5, he thinks to himself. This is where true collage and true animation begins for baker b. Two things in one. Martin from ‘The Smipsons’ holds a brazil flag atop a small, grassy mound imported from Greenup, Oklahoma. The background for the picture is Greenup Gill in the Lake District of England, the setting for almost all Greenup series collages. The brazil flag is revealed/held high. Sugar’s home. *My* home. Am I still a Gastonite? he asks himself. Back to the collage. He needs to get to the Big Eye in the series tonight if he can. Himself.

He checks his inventory for a needed copy of “Floydada” to start reading the Lime section, its 4th and last part.

But he can only find “Floy*dodo*”, which does him no good.

Cursing, he realizes he’ll have to ring up his new friend Cardboard Derek Jones for a copy. “Maybe I should just ask Baker Bloch to rez the entire series within Collagesity so it’s easier to reach,” he says aloud. “Cardboard also said another version called House Greenup, a Cape May structure, contained the book. Use to be over in Asha. Was there anywhere else they could put it in the meantime?”


Greenup 11 collage, Jacob I.’s intended goal for tonight. He didn’t make it.

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December 10, 2017 · 9:57 am

limey

“Pitch, I’d like you to meet Jessica — put your hand back, sweetie, he’ll shake it in a moment — and this here is Phillip Linden. You know about my creator now. Well, Phillip kind of created this *whole thing* we’re in, this Second Lyfe of ours.”

“Cool,” Pitch replied. “Nice to meet you Jessica, Phillip.”

“Phillip runs a bar now,” continues Mary. “Just for laughs and giggles, you know. Something to do when he’s not away creating worlds. Like now apparently, haha.” She turned toward him to emphasize his “away” status at the time.

“Right.”

“We should go sometime,” suggests Mary, then winks at him. “To the bar, I mean.”

“What about *Steven*?” Was Mary asking him on a date despite what he knows?

“Steven schmeven…”

“I knew you were going to say that.”

“You and I, Pitch,” said Mary to her pale counterpart. “We’re the real deal.” She turned to Philip and shouted. “Hey in there! Hey Phillip! What time does your bar open!?” Everyone in the building turned and stared.

Philip woke up from his away status, looked around. “Um, what was that, er, Mary?”

“I said!” Then she lowered her voice, realizing there was no need to shout any longer. “I *said*… what time does Gene Autry open?”

“Gene Autry?”

“The bar, silly. Your bar. Just over there in the corner of the sim. Above the ride. On the second floor of the freebies shop.” She turned back to Pitch, took his hand. “Here, let’s just head on over, sweetie. Phillip’s there already. I should know.”

—–

“You see, Pitch darling. *This* is where it all happens. A philosopher’s corner. A veritable cornucopia of ideas and inventions. Why, just last week Phillip suggested the idea of a cubic moon for Second Life with equilateral gravity on all six sides. Not flat like this place. And I think that’s where it’s all headed, Pitch. Diagonal. Because diagonal leads beyond. Have you ever moved in a diagonal sugar?”

Pitch didn’t really know what Mary was babbling on about. A young black man who had been sitting on the opposite side of the room suddenly moved toward the bar toting a large, green lime between his hands. Not saying anything, he placed it on the counter, then exited via the stairs down to the lower floor.

Phillip became fully awake again, looked at Mary, looked at the big lime. “A lime is called a linden in Britain.”

“Who *was* that shadowy figure?” he begged.

And so it began.

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December 10, 2017 · 9:14 am

What is it?

“I simply don’t remember this, um, display Musician.”

“It was here, Wheeler. It’s the same cave, after all.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“It’s the same,” exclaims The Musician again while now clinging to a thorny rose vine.

“It’s the same.”

Around the corner, Lou and Osborne Well titter.

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December 9, 2017 · 7:18 am

spots 02

“Pitch Darkly will be here shortly. As soon as they start talking to Phillip Linden run over there and lay this giant lime on the bar counter close to them. That’s all you have to do. Just wait here.”

“Yes,” affirms Young Duncan, hip to her trip.

“Come on, honey,” says the approaching Osborne Well. We have somewhere else to be now. Should’ve been there about 2 hours ago, blimey.”

—–

“Too late,” states Lou to her father in the Comfrey caverns. “Wheeler must have come fetched The Musician after all. I suppose that’s good, huh? Right daddy?”

Wondering what he’s distracted by, Lou goes over and merges with him, then stares out with same eyes at the manifested creature in the center of the glimmering cave pool.

MOA.

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